US Civil War 2.0

It all started in a shopping mall near a city in one of the USA's southern
states. An American family with Arabic roots had taken her (Aisha's) parents and
younger brother, who were visiting from Qatar, for lunch in the food court. Aisha's
daughter, who spoke dismal Arabic said something cutely ridiculous, as six year
olds are inclined to do, in her grandparents' native tongue. Everyone burst out
laughing. One of the men said, "Allahu Akbar!" and another repeated it. Who said
it matters not. It echoed across the food court that had been silenced by the
burst of laughter from the only Arabs in an otherwise white collection of
eaters.

Billy, knew that terrorists always said, "Allahu Akbar" before blowing people
up or shooting them and assumed it meant "death to Americans" or something like
that. Fortunately, he thought, he had a concealed-carry license from Walmart.
So, he pulled out his pistol and started shooting at the presumed terrorists.

He was not a good aim. His dozen bullets went all over the place, neatly
missing the Bashar family, but blowing the head off of six year old Scott who
was sitting with his mom, dad and Uncle Greg a hundred meters (yards) beyond the
Bashar family − at least in terms of bullet trajectories.

Scott's mom had time to start screaming, but when Billy's sixth and seventh
bullets burst into her chest, the scream remained frozen. Dad and Uncle Greg,
seeing only that bullets had come from the direction of the hysterically
screaming Arabs, pulled out their own guns and started shooting. At the same
time, Hank and Sally, a newly married couple who frequently fantasised about being good guys with guns
when bad guys with guns attacked (usually in scenarios that led to frenzied
sex), realised that their dream had come true. "God is great!" shouted Hank as
he pulled out of his backpack some formidable weapons that he and Sally had
brought shopping. They joined in with the shooting. Regulars at the shooting
range, they were more capable killers than the other wannabe heroes, but had
little idea who was shooting whom. The Arabs were all lying in a pool of blood
that was beginning to mingle with the other expanding blood pools that threated
to flood the food court.
Nevertheless, bullets continued to fly, taking down people left and right. So
Hank and Sally just started shooting at anyone shooting.

Some people got up and fled. Others, convinced the fleers were bad guys with
guns who, somehow didn't actually have guns on them but could only be running
because they were bad guys, pulled out their guns and took chase, shooting
madly.

Shoppers and store staff collapsed as their bodies were blown apart by the
mob of good guys with guns. Those who had a chance, tried to flee. Few made it
far. Some stopped and fired back. They seldom lived long enough to empty their
guns

The police arrived to find a war zone with no clear sides drawn. Hundreds of
people were shooting. Hundreds more lay dead and wounded. The smell was foul and
blood splatter was everywhere. The gunfire was near continuous.

In full body armour, the police marched in, their
ethnicity hidden behind masks that the crazed good guys with guns assumed meant
they were well armed terrorists. Soon, many of the good guys with guns were
shooting the police who had little choice but to blow away neighbours and
friends.

News teams gathered outside, broadcasting the chaos to television, radio and
the web. No one knew what was happening, but when a gang of blood covered guys
burst out shooting at the news teams and gathered crowds, it was assumed to be a
terrorist attack. The crowds scattered while being blasted away by an ungodly
number of bullets.

Lisa, Cheryl and Anna, all 16, had gone shopping together. Cowering behind a
cashier's desk (the cashier's body was a bullet torn corpse on the floor), Lisa
called her dad. He called Cheryl's and Anna's dads. The latter had heavy
weaponry which he'd been stockpiling for when the liberals took over. He armed
the other two men as as well as a half dozen other friends who wanted to do
something about the bad guys with guns. They all climbed into a pickup truck and
raced to the mall. They saw other vehicles full of overweight men and women
similarly prepared to join the battle.

By this time, most of the news crews were dead or dying. Skirmishes were occurring
in the carpark. Wounded non-gun owners fled down the streets, chased by good
guys with guns who shot them for good measure. Soon, the neighbourhoods near the
mall were war zones as good guys with guns searched houses for bad guys with
guns. African Americans, Indians and Arabs died first, but the taste for blood
grew stronger and the good guys with guns were soon shooting everyone and their
pets. Homeowners, began shooting back.

The war zone just grew and grew as every wannabe good guy with a gun was out
shooting bad guys or anything that moved. Neighbours shot neighbours. Shop
owners shot customers. Customers shot customers.

Rumour had it that an Islamic extremist army had
invaded and that prompted good guys with guns to come over from neighbouring towns and soon
from neighbouring states. Police and FBI charged in wearing full riot gear,
enabling them to take out good guys with guns by the dozen. But some of the good
guys with guns had military grade weapons that could take down even the best
armed federal agents.

The media begged people to stay away. But people knew that the government was
evil. They knew that the only thing that could stop a good guy with a gun was a
bad guy with a gun. They knew that their families were in danger. So, when they
heard that the Muslims were taking over, they had their guns ready and shot back.

Within days, fighting had spread across three states and the army was called
in. Millions were dead. No one knew who to shoot so everyone shot everyone.

Homes across the South were decorated with bullet holes and shattered
windows. Some started burning. Yet the shooting continued for days, weeks,
months.

When the shooting finally stopped, tens of millions of people lay dead or
dying in streets across vast swaths of America. Legend has it the vice president
of the NRA (the president was shot) said that if only there had been more good
guys with guns, the tragedy could have been avoided.